Thursday, April 14, 2016

    "Lord, I am Thine, I rest my soul on Thee,
        Lord, I am Thine;
    Thy precious blood was shed on Calvary
        To make me Thine:
    My scarlet sins have met a crimson tide,
    And I am pardoned, saved, and satisfied.

    Lord, I am Thine, what love unfathomed this,
        That I am Thine!
    A sinner, tasting some of heaven's bliss,
        What love divine!
    O deeps of love, God's mighty, unshored sea,
    Love full, love vast, as God's eternity!

    Yes, I am Thine, my home with Thee above,
        Thine, ever Thine,
    The precious purchase of redeeming love,
        Love deep, divine,
    A love surpassing measure or degree,
    That gives the sinner such a place with Thee.

    Lord, I am Thine, to gratify the heart
        That made me Thine,
    That went through agony and bitter smart,
        To make me shine,
    In the fair firmament of sovereign grace
    To share Thy glory, and to see Thy face.

    Lord, I am Thine; I wait the upward call,
        Lord, I am Thine,
    When in Thine image at Thy feet I fall,
        Thine, ever Thine.
    O joyous meeting, when Thy face I see,
    And fully know the Love that loveth me!
                                                   S. T. Francis


    Now I have found the ground wherein
    Sure my soul's anchor may remain;
    The wounds of Jesus, for my sin
    Before the world's foundation slain;
    Whose mercy shall unshaken stay
    When heaven and earth are fled away.

    Father, Thine everlasting grace
    Our scanty thought surpasses far;
    Thy heart still melts with tenderness;
    Thine arms of love still open are,
    Returning sinners to receive,
    That mercy they may taste and live.

    Love, Thou bottomless abyss!
    My sins are swallowed up in Thee:
    Covered is my unrighteousness,
    Nor spot of guilt remains on me:
    While Jesus' blood, through earth and skies,
    Mercy, free boundless mercy! cries.

    With faith I plunge me in this sea;
    Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;
    Hither, when hell assails, I flee,
    I look into my Saviour's breast:
    Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear!
    Mercy is all that's written there.

    Though waves and storms go o'er my head;
    Though strength, and health, and friends be gone;
    Though joys be withered all and dead;
    Though every comfort be withdrawn;
    On this my steadfast soul relies,
    Father! Thy mercy never dies.

    Fixed on this ground will I remain,
    Though my heart fail and flesh decay;
    This anchor shall my soul sustain,
    When earth's foundations melt away:
    Mercy's full power I then shall prove,
    Loved with an everlasting love.
                    J. A. Rothe, translated by J. Wesley 

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